As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 883: Chapter 275: Princess Consort Wants to Leave Dao City, Has the Underworld Let You Go as Per the Book of Life and Death? [Seeking Monthly Ticket]_5

Jin Taixui clasped his palms together, holding the divine seal of Wushen Mountain, his eyes shut tight, radiating pure devotion.

A Purple Gold Bell hung around his neck jingled incessantly.

“Young Witch Lord, it’s ready.”

The elderly cultivator took a step back and spoke gently.

Jin Taixui opened his eyes, raising his palms high, as if embracing the sun hanging above the vast heavens.

“For the bet against that girl, for the honor of Wushen Mountain…”

“I must win!”

Jin Taixui’s gaze burned with fierce determination. Barefoot, his loose Young Witch God Robe billowed wildly in the gale as he strode fearlessly down the long street.

Two aged cultivators holding golden bells trailed behind Jin Taixui, also walking on foot.

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Qian Yuan Dao City.

Inner City.

Liuxiang Lane.

Zhang Ya helped Xi Xi change into a training outfit she had personally tailored. It fit snugly, though Xi Xi’s little tummy couldn’t be fully hidden—otherwise, it was perfect.

From the neckline of the training outfit, the furry head of a big black dog, currently disguised as a puppy, poked out.

Zhang Ya reached out to ruffle the puppy’s head. The little dog was about to growl but, recalling that Zhang Ya was Xi Xi’s mother who had carried her for ten months, it held back its temper.

A gentle mother, starkly unlike the imposing Li Che.

“Time to go.”

Li Che called from outside the door.

Xi Xi dashed out with quick, eager steps, throwing herself into Li Che’s arms. “Let’s go! Xi Xi can’t wait to beat that Jin Taixui!”

Li Che placed Xi Xi on the carriage shaft, and she squatted next to Li Chengzhou, declaring, “Little Chengzhou, watch Xi Xi’s performance carefully!”

Li Chengzhou, mimicking Nie Yang’s way of holding a sword, gazed seriously at Xi Xi. “Sister Xi Xi, good luck!”

Buoyed by the encouragement from her favorite Chengzhou, Xi Xi’s mood soared, and she burrowed into the carriage.

Li Che wrapped his arm around Zhang Ya’s waist, and the married couple climbed into the carriage as well.

One by one, carriages rolled out of Liuxiang Lane, heading slowly toward the strange temple of Tianpeng in the southern city.

When everyone arrived, a clearing had been made in front of the Mysterious Temple.

A wooden stage had been erected, rows of chairs set in place, and the elders of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect were already seated early.

The elders of Divine Carving Ridge were all present except Li Che, who had yet to arrive.

The Yun Family’s carriage entered, and Yun E, along with the Yun Family Patriarch Yun Sanxiao, stepped out.

The bells jingled incessantly as Jin Taixui, flanked by two Wushen Mountain cultivators, walked in on foot.

Li Che emerged from his carriage holding Xi Xi’s hand and leading Zhang Ya. The family stepped out together.

Xi Xi, carrying the puppy in her arms, bounced her way toward Inner Sect Elder Fang Hanshu, who was responsible for hosting the event.

After greeting the other elders, Li Che took his seat among the elders of Divine Carving Ridge.

However, within Li Che’s eyes, a faint trace of inky darkness began to stir.

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Qian Yuan Dao City.

Dao Master Mansion.

The gates of the Dao Master Mansion opened slowly, and a luxurious Jiao Ma Carriage sped out, the Flood Dragon Horse’s hooves pounding fiercely, the wheels whirring rapidly as it raced toward the outskirts of the city.

The curtain was lifted.

Dragon Queen Consort Ao Yuxin’s breathtakingly beautiful face bore an icy expression of hate as she gazed back toward the southern city.

That wretched girl…

She had made it to the final stage of Lv Taibai’s direct disciple assessment.

Ao Yuxin’s face was awash with sorrow.

Beside her, Ao Qingqing sat in silent unease, not daring to speak. She had truly done her best, but alas… it still wasn’t enough.

During the Heart Test, Ao Qingqing had even sympathized with Ao Yuxin, her emotions unusually subdued.

The curtain was slowly lowered.

Ao Yuxin leaned back against the soft cushions of the carriage.

She gradually closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling as faint, almost imperceptible pain flickered across her face.

Qian Yuan Dao City…

A city that had caused her nothing but sorrow and humiliation.

This city had taken far too much away from her.

Suddenly, Ao Yuxin’s eyes snapped open, her azure Dragon God’s pupils glinting with cold resolve.

“Li Nuanxi… Xuan Qisha… and the Underworld…”

“I, Ao Yuxin, will not let this go!”

Her fingers clenched tightly into a fist, the knuckles distinct, her teeth grinding together.

Ji Haihui, Su Huaili, You Liqing… one was Ji Moli’s son, the other two were his disciples.

Ao Yuxin refused to believe that Ji Moli would idly stand by if both his son and disciples perished!

Rumble—!!!

The carriage bolted out of Qian Yuan Dao City, galloping onto the official road, trailing a storm of dust.

Beside the official road.

The willows swayed in the breeze.

Perched on a flourishing tree draped with catkins, a figure clad in ebony robes stood tall and motionless.

Arms crossed, his gaze was as dark and profound as an inkstorm, his jet-black hair raging like a tempest.

He stood silently, as straight and unyielding as a spear.